All Chapters of Her Deceiver : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sun rose with throwing rays to the morning world and their home was one of them as well. The sun's rays kissed her eyelids as she groaned into his chest. Her little vibration sent warmth to his heart as his sleep was disturbed. She turned her head more into his chest trying to block away the light and the hairs curtained helping her in her task. A few seconds later he stirred and opened his eyes. Habitually his eyes looked for her and found her sleeping on his chest. The room was all in orange glory and his other free hand tucked her hair back and stared at her partially visible face. After a few seconds, she groaned as she rubbed her face on his chest and slowly she was awake as she looked up at him from his body. Her eyes squinted with cute bread cheeks as she licked her lips looking at him groggily. "Good morning sleepy head". His fingers flicked her forehead deepening her frown. "Don't do that". She whined rubbing her forehead. Suddenly he sat up on the bed and pulled her

His hand ran through his face as he dusted the red away from his face and opened his eyes as he looked at his hand. It's a red powder. He dropped his hand and soon a hand of pink colour was rubbed on his cheek as in reflex he closed his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes another color was about to attack him and this time he caught her hand as the jingling sound of her bangles rang around. He pulled her hand into him jerking her body into his as he winded his hand around her waist.Her face is neutral giving out no expressions as she stared at him. He was drawn away by her eyes as they were lined with black ink and her lashes adorned with mascara. His eyes then scanned her down as she wore a white dress and he was stunned to look at her in the almost same outfit that he saw her for the first time at the crematorium. Except for that, she has a faint makeup on her. Her hair's ends were curled a little bit creating volume and these beautiful earrings are adoring her overall look. How

She put her deal front and all the children cheered in hurrah ready to attack him. While he looked at her in disbelief and shock morphed on his face while she giggled while jiggling her eyebrows at him. She was not colored as much as him as he respectfully applied color only on her cheeks and neck while him. She rubbed many colors on him and his face is already so colorful. The children started to attack him and he couldn't help but step back looking at the mini devils. One kid has already loaded the water from Pichkari with a push of the tail and he got himself pretty wet. The other kids started to jump trying to color his upper part and face and he lost his string when they started to shoot color water from their water gun on his face as they couldn't reach up there. Leaving his Adhri for a minute he immediately tackled one child and rubbed the color on his face in an extreme way that he began to cry. He was ready to charge another two kids but they let out a horrified shrill of

He was stunned as he froze at her side. He lifted himself up as his eyes roamed from one eye to another and true to her words he saw it. He saw many times but was waiting to hear them from her. And now she said it it felt unbelievable. "What"? He had a dazed face and gave away his cluelessness as he began to look at her like a lost puppy. She giggled at him. "I love you Andrey. Don't make me more nervous". Her voice came out a little hoarse with all the screaming she had done until now. "R- really? From when"?She began to narrate him with a sweet whisper. "I don't know exactly. But from the moment you married me and when you made efforts to fit into my life. I've fallen there. And when you cared for me and bared all my silly tantrums I felt harder.......that you have to pick me up now when I confess you". He stared into her eyes longer than usual as she stared back at him waiting for his response. Her hands randomly played with the strands of his back hair when he sealed her l

In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As